1 Is there not a tzava (forced hard service in the army) to enosh (man) upon earth? Are not his days also like the yamim of a sachir (hired laborer)?
2 As an eved earnestly longeth for tzel (shade), and as a sachir waiteth for the wage of his work,
3 So am I made to possess months of shav (vanity, futility), and lailot amal (nights of weariness) are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, Mosai (how long) till I arise? But the erev drags on, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto dawn.
5 My basar is clothed with worm and clod of aphar; my ohr (skin) is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My yamim are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without tikveh.
7 O remember that my life is ruach (wind); mine eye shall no more see tov.